[Nettime-bold] *hacking away* :a Wildstyle Situation

["Paul D. Miller" <anansi1@earthlink.net>]

dilation relation incantation: Tokyo/Shibuya
Jan10/2002

(the dilated/related peoples mix?): a Wildstyle situation (in memory 
of my grandmother)

Paul D. Miller a.k.a. Dj Spooky that Subliminal Kid

On screen in screen

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into the words. Emergent patterns of thought manifest, and basically, 
that's it. Immersion. Dispersion.
cd:dir>goto>>phase/transition: URL: Open>>html>>source>>goto: and so 
yeah, it's like that and that's the way it is.... repeat/complete. 
The system is hungry.... it wants new in[puts]... The linguists say 
that there are only 6000 some odd languages on this planet, and so we 
feel the constraint. Thought put in cages, a planet put in 
parantheses by man made objects in the sky. Look up. The satellites 
reflect back, and basically, that's about the only light you can see 
in the sky when you're in the city. Optical pollution/critical 
beatdown: no source of light 'cept what we make. The satellites don't 
care. They just carry the info and we hope that they stay in place 
and reflect back a little of the material we send out there. How many 
light years has it been now that the first words and signals humanity 
has sent out to the cosmos? Birth cry or system shock? Check it: the 
Power of Babel... what's in a word? Abstract machines in coded 
language, we move like phantoms across the screen. The signal is 
deep. Flipmode:open>>W.E.B. Dubois, Double Consciousness is the 
screen, the words are the projector. Telegraph a choreography of 
sounds and significations and to the image make an inquiry:
Like Humpty Dumpty said: its all about the situation before the

f
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flip>>goto>>
prelinguistic.

the color line on-line: permutation of language (again, 
repeat/complete: no its not James Snead's repetition as "erasure" and 
its certainly not Derrida's either... more like Saussure if you get 
my drift): thousands of colors or millions of colors? The screen 
saver self asks a question, and I guess... like Humpty Dumpty, we 
flip the broken shells of thoughts into code and verbalize the 
fragments. Mathematics of the unconscious, algorithmic expressionism, 
cybernetic improvisation: source break/train of thought has no rails. 
Consider it De-railed. No roots. The thought gets caught. That's the 
artist of the floating world scenario. Pick a card, any card... poker 
faced, the dealer looks back at you and just laughs... s/he's already 
got your money. The loan has been given, and payment is now due... 
pick a card any card... you'll never be able to pay it all back. Its 
a dealers game:

the changing same... flex tongue in groove - ILLmatic syntactic... so 
here we go: permutation machine, flex source code, open architecture 
of the patterns at the heart of dis-location... that, once again 
flips, flops, stops:

where here and now open the world in a word, and come back, 
striated... opened like a beach in storm season: a studio session of 
the unconscious, watch the tracks march across the mindscreen. Open 
text, yeah, but the blackness can be like blankness... but that's 
kind of the point. Anything else, sterile, non-seminal (all 
connotations put on note: flex again, close the loop. Repeat: 
stillmatic. There is strength in the invisible.

So the words came in like a roaring river of steel on a six lane 
highway, the main thing is the way the directions mix and 
merge.What's it like to move in many directions at the same time. 
Like this like that, but the codes kick in and give more structure to 
the dispersion. Psycho babble of class structure inversion. Top and 
bottom (yeah, sex dynamix in the word - like chakras - words come 
from body text, the phono-graph - sound-writing: phonetics of 
graphology... to that to Norbert Weiner... the text again, come 
undone. Blackness is like that for me: I say it again: rewind. The 
text kicked in again. The system is hungry. Striated space calls. The 
grooves look back from the records and, yeah, its an open source 
situation. Boredom is just a search engine for constant elevation. 
Like an elevator in a skyscraper made of words... what floor do you 
want to get off on? That's what Blackness is like: contemporary 
invisible erotic empire of words... fractal politics of the 
unconscious. Stillmatic.... Claude Shannon: signal to noise, yes, but 
more compact: wildstyle of fiber optics carries the mix, and that's, 
like Mcluhan said a while ago: cool.


situation: say it out loud: cd:dir>>go/to:phase transition>>OPEN:

so we break it down, the funky 4 plus one more: situationists of the 
trans-text... check it:

1) move
2) flow
3) words like a river, yeah, I flip 'em like an Indian Giver: I want 
'em back, but once they're out, check me at dictionary.com... you 
gotta pay the piper.
4) the blank black - repetition as erasure, and no, no no James 
Snead... maybe James Brown, its that kind of town.

and of course: the funky four would be nothing without the one more...

5) repeat




Tokyo/Shibuya
Jan10/2002















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